"Fairy?"
In the small inn, in Mo Mo's room, Ye Fei told him some of what he had found out—this metal box was something discovered underground in the ruins of the so-called "Fairy's" home.
"It was probably the sort of charlatan who pretended to possess supernatural powers in the countryside before the Four Olds campaign." Ye Fei offered his opinion. "People in the old rural areas were mostly ignorant, so outsiders often used bits of chemistry and physics to deceive them."
Mo Mo rubbed his brow and looked at Ye Fei. Suddenly, he said with a strange expression, "Speaking of which, Brother Ye, we're cultivators, yet we're sitting here discussing chemistry and physics. It feels explosively out of place..."
Ye Fei did not have nearly as many qualms. He shrugged and said, "The development of science has gradually caused people to forget about another kind of power... Though it's hard to say whether that's good or bad."
Mo Mo asked in surprise, "Why do you say that?"
Ye Fei smiled faintly. "Brother Mo, what do you think of the power of your Mount Longhu lineage?"
Mo Mo was startled. He frowned and said, "My sect specializes in exorcising ghosts and subduing demons, with the aid of talismans. According to what my master said, our power is somewhat greater than that of other lineages. But the Daoist tradition is vast and profound, and all paths lead to the same destination. It's hard to say whose is stronger."
Ye Fei shook his head and said calmly, "Brother Mo, just tell me this: how powerful do you think the Daoist arts you cultivate are?"
Mo Mo was silent for a moment. "Very powerful... Some arts can't even be used casually."
Ye Fei nodded. "Exactly, Brother Mo. The Daoist tradition under Heaven has countless